Have You Ever Been Convicted Of A Felony? If Yes, Give Details.

Here's where Fiona starts to realize that even though declining to snitch on Robbie when she got arrested near his cocaine might have lined up with her personal sense of ethics, it was probably not the wisest move. Of course, that's not where she starts the episode: knowing she's about to be able to leave the house during the day, she puts on her most businessy outfit and heads for an interview for a job selling plastic furniture slipcovers. It's clear that she's totally nailing it, until it comes to the point where she has to check the box on her application that indicates she's been convicted of a felony. She has a moment where she's clearly weighing the question of whether she can get away with lying, but she doesn't; however, trying to spin her criminal record doesn't work. And then she has to race to make it home before her curfew, and of course the el is down and she misses a bus and only has enough cash to get her halfway home in a cab. But Fiona perseveres, despite the fact that she can't even take a job in fast food because the only shift on offer was at night; despite the fact that the leader of her court-ordered NA meeting suggests that Fiona get in touch with this lady's old pimp. Things get so dire that she actually goes back to the cup company in the hopes that HR might be induced to say she was downsized instead of fired for misconduct, at which point Mike's sister Jane comes out to scream at Fiona in front of the whole office that she's a bad person who needs to stay away from all Pratts. No wonder she ends up at Robbie's, bemoaning her situation and his part in getting her there. Not entirely fair, of course, but it's a bad few days, with no end in sight.

Next door, Frank is about to die, like, apparently any minute. The doctor Sammi gets to come do a house call says she should be aiming to keep him as comfortable as possible, but Frank is still insisting that he's not going to die, and when she won't accede to his wish to bring him to The Alibi -- someplace he always felt comfortable -- he tries (and fails) to get there on his own steam. Then Sheila comes home to find a For Sale sign on her front lawn and most of her furniture sold, but she isn't mad, because she's come up with a scam of her own: she wants to adopt some kids in need, but won't be able to without a marriage certificate, so will Frank marry her? Before he expires? Say...tomorrow? Frank cares a lot less about doing this solid for Sheila than he does about Sammi's surprise: she's gotten Kevin to turn Sheila's kitchen into an Alibi pop-up, complete with Frank's best barflies. I didn't think it was possible for that ruined face to break into a genuine grin -- even over a pint of O'Doul's -- but it's nice to see and a sweet gesture.

And then there's Carl. Meeting a cute girl right before his detention sentence has been served means he re-offends in order to get thrown back in with her, but even though he thinks he's impressing Bonnie with his bad-boy ways, his locker graffiti tagging is nothing compared to her convenience store robbery. Bonnie doesn't even care about the spoils, telling Carl he can have them, but she wants to hit a bank next. And after she caps off their crime with a smooch, it seems like he'll probably go along with it.

It's an action-packed episode, but how Shameless-y is it?